Compared to the Reaper Butler, the Evil Spirit Puppet's attacks were far more violent and direct.
Several enormous primary tentacles swept through the reveling demons like gigantic battering rams. Wherever they passed, the demon-possessed bodies were smashed to pieces as if struck by high-speed trains.
Some of the smarter demons managed to dodge in time, only to be precisely pierced and ensnared by even more secondary tentacles, agile as venomous snakes. From the mangled corpses, the tentacles forcibly dragged demons out of their hosts and crushed them without mercy.
Chains extended from the puppet evil spirit's back, imprisoning those demons that had been crushed back into their original state of black mist.
"Since the party is being held within the Morik family, how could I, as the head of the family, fail to attend?"
Wu Heng coldly swept his gaze over the demons, frozen with terror. As Eleanor grieved over what had become of her home and stood stunned by the family's power, Wu Heng slowly said, "I now declare the party officially underway."
The demons' revelry had been interrupted. Coming back to their senses, they let out roars of mingled fury and shock.
One after another, they revealed parts of their demonic forms—claws, black mist, burning skin, twisted shadows—and began trying to resist.
The entire villa hall had completely turned into a slaughterhouse. No, it had always been one; only now, the roles of protagonists and supporting characters had changed.
Sinister energy and dark magic collided wildly. The crack of whipping tentacles, demons' screams, human shrieks, and the sound of objects shattering intertwined into a symphony of destruction.
Wu Heng remained where he was, not moving an inch.
He merely watched the "party" with indifference, like a demanding spectator appraising a performance while controlling the puppet evil spirit with